Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.